its hard for me to handle,
everyday we fight.
i find it hard to fight the tears,
and go to sleep at night.

ive waited all my life to find someone like you,
but it gets harder to hold on with every tear.
sometimes i wonder if its better to have a nightmare,
because reality is my fear.

i want us to be how we were,
when we first found each other.
i dont want to worry,
about you finding another.

everyday it gets harder,
to keep pretending that im okay.
it gets harder to go on like nothing is wrong,
and go on another day.